"Logan, stop making fun of me!" Chris cried again.

He looked at her deadpan. "Stop accusing me. Stop thinking the worst of me, when I've given you no reason to. I love you, Chris-not the money Carl left you. Not your constant memory of Carl that won't let me get near you."

"Logan, I didn't…"

"He's gone, Chris. I'm here. I'm handsome and intriguing and bright and young and good-natured. And I want you."

She looked at him, her blue eyes running over his features.

It would be so much simpler if he weren't big and blond, the way Carl was, if he didn't have nearly the same way of teasing her for her fears that Carl had.

When she said nothing for a long moment, his eyes went cool.

He stood up. She knew the moment of decision was there. She couldn't help staring straight ahead at his crotch, seeing the bulge of his cock and balls inside the tight pants.

Her cunt seemed to crush down on itself as if giving out a scream of protest for the long absence of hard, thrusting cock to wrap itself around and suck into its depths.

God, it had been so long!

She lifted her arms to him, feeling anguished inside. "Oh, Carl, don't go away …" She clapped her hand over her mouth and stared at him with wide eyes, feeling as if she could die.

After an eternity, a small smile came to his lips. "See?" he whispered. "Do you see what makes it so tough for me, Chris?"

"Logan, I'm sorry! I don't know how… it just… just slipped out, Logan!"

He sighed. "Maybe you're right, Chris. Maybe you need more time tucked away in your dark, insulating cave after all. But I… I don't think I'll be around when you decide to come out, Chris. I don't think I can wait that long."